Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Serbia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by cv313. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.